Has there ever been any muslim boardie?

many things! Ghost stories, disfigured people...

I have lots of little phobias but no proper deep fears, at least none based on ghost stories. Here's a ghost story I made up just now.

There was this guy right who spent a night in a haunted house with this fat guy. The house was rumoured to be haunted by the ghost of John Candy, or so the fat guy said. The other guy laughed and went to bed, only to wake at 3am with the room freezing. He had forgotten to close the window. He slowly crept downstairs into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat, and as he opened the cupboard he found that A MASSIVE MULTI-PACK OF CRISPS HAD DISAPPEARED. His heart froze with fear as he speculated that John Candy probably liked to eat crisps. He ran from the house in his pyjamas, never to return.

It' s not really that i hate them... i' m scared of disfigured, disformed people... A few month ago at my shop, there was an american tourist, i was all happy that i could go and talk with her. Until i realized that her arm was cut off below the elbow. There was a lot of people in the sho but had i stopped and sat down for a while, i' d have cried.

That' s not funny bryn, i' m all alone tonight...

Tell us more tales of terror to chill and delight, Scout Master Bryn.

BRYN_BORANGA wrote:

I have lots of little phobias but no proper deep fears, at least none based on ghost stories. Here's a ghost story I made up just now.

There was this guy right who spent a night in a haunted house with this fat guy. The house was rumoured to be haunted by the ghost of John Candy, or so the fat guy said. The other guy laughed and went to bed, only to wake at 3am with the room freezing. He had forgotten to close the window. He slowly crept downstairs into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat, and as he opened the cupboard he found that A MASSIVE MULTI-PACK OF CRISPS HAD DISAPPEARED. His heart froze with fear as he speculated that John Candy probably liked to eat crisps. He ran from the house in his pyjamas, never to return.

if i may make a slight improvement: have some CANDY disappear from the kitchen.

It reminds me of this parody of "The Holder of the End"


Holder of the Beginning

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls herself "The Holder of the Beginning". A small smile will work its way over the persons mouth, almost seeming to say, "You foolish man".

You will be taken down a hallway, seemingly leading out into a place it shouldn't. This place will seem to exist nowhere in the institution, but it will. The hall will be silent, even if you try to make noise. Screams will die before leaving your mouth, footsteps will be muffled. Your guide will simply point to the door.

If you enter, you will find a cozy room, full of a pleasant, though unidentifiable, perfume. There will be a pretty lady sitting, holding nothing. No sounds will be made in this room, no matter how hard you try, except for one question. "Why where they separated?" The lady will then explain, in detail, the reason. It will be every horrific event in history, every beating, every war, every rape. Everything. Then, all will fall silent. It is up to you to do what you will with this information.

That lady is Object 3 of 538. It is up to you if they should be joined or not.

Scarlet Rope wrote:

That' s not funny bryn, i' m all alone tonight...

Aha, but don't you see? You are NEVER alone once you have accepted Jesus into your heart!

I trust that you have done this. If not, you deserve to have all Satan's minions enter your house tonight, and I personally will do an ancient chant to make it happen.

ps: i didn' t pay attention to this sentece: "His heart froze with fear as he speculated that John Candy probably liked to eat crisps". Brilliant!

BRYN_BORANGA wrote:

Scarlet Rope wrote:

That' s not funny bryn, i' m all alone tonight...

Aha, but don't you see? You are NEVER alone once you have accepted Jesus into your heart!

I trust that you have done this. If not, you deserve to have all Satan's minions enter your house tonight, and I personally will do an ancient chant to make it happen.

like a crazy welsh ancient chant? I have celtic origins, it can' t work on me!

If he combines it with an Irish accent, though, you're fucked.

Irish accent=father ted, it can' t be evil!

SO bryn, i hear that you' re jealous of my father ted birthday present.

Feel the peer pressure, Bryn, and get creative with the horror.

Heh, I think we scared him away.

And thus Bryn Boranga's true fear was uncovered, that of PRESSURE TO PERFOOOOOORM.

i thin khe' s writing one! Let' s all wait!

ahahaha, that would make a bad creepy pasta.

As a kid I always used to turn that off during the credits, they were too scary.

FOOLS! I WAS WRITING ONE! AND THE JOKE'S ON YOU, COS THIS ONE'S REALLY SCARY.

There was this guy right who had to work late or something and had to take the last train home - the dreaded MIDNIGHT train. Unsurprisingly, he was all alone. That is, so he thought. When he turned around, he saw this weird figure sitting alone a few seats behind him. There was something not quite right about this man - IF it WAS a man. Suddenly, the train approached the normal not-ghost guy's stop, and he went to stand by the door. So did this other "man", who stood right RIGHT behind the original guy. The original guy could only close his eyes and pray to Mary Magdelene that this ghost would not enter his body and possess his brain.

Sure enough, the train stopped and the door opened, so the guy walked in a three-quarter sprint away from the scene, stopping only to check that the spectre was not behind him. It was, but it wasn't a spectre - the weird thing about him was that he was Asian, and the man laughed as he remembered there was no such thing as an Asian ghost. The mirth was short-lived however, and his heart turned to stone as he

Spoiler:

aaaaw!

You' re right though, with the children' s laugh and the spooky swing...